#if you wanted this answered privately let me know and I'll delete it

[shinidamachu]

I gotta say I feel so relieved and reassured seeing your take on body hair. As a girl, I've grown up with nearly everyone from my mother's side of the family shaming my body hair. It's BLACK and it's THICK and it's CURLY. And I got a fair skin. Not really white, but just enough to be "yellow-ish", so the hair does stand out A LOT. And I absolutely despise shaving it, first because I don't really care??? It's hair??? It's something natural???? and secondly because the few times I did shave so I could "look good" for fam meets, fancy parties, to wear a shorter dress and stuff, every damned time the leg hair would start growing back up again in like, 3 hours or so. And it hurt like a bitch for days. Anything that would get in touch with my legs made them feel like they were on fire, or wrapped in a cactus blanket.

I lividly remember the one time I shaved my legs for a São João party in a typically cold city (10ºC at night for me IS COLD as I live in a VERY HOT place). We spent a whole week there. I couldn't fucking sleep for three nights, because my legs felt on fire in contact with anything (from themselves to bedsheets) and I cried every day and night wanting to sleep but totally unable to, due to this excruciating pain. It was absolute hell.

And I went through that hell because I didn't want to hear my aunts calling me names and nicknames like "crab legs". Honestly, never again.

Oh and I was called out twice while cosplaying that the character I cosplayed didn't have leg hair, so why didn't I shave mine for the cosplay? Ironically enough or not, one of these times was when I cosplayed as KAGOME.

Anyway, thanks again for making me feel reassured and validated and I'm sure it goes for a lot of others too.

I'm so glad my post made you feel relieved and reassured. And I'm sorry that at any point of your life society did the opposite.

I also have black, tick hair. Since purbety. But at that time I wanted to be an adult and because my mom shaves her body hair, I thought it would be the coolest thing to shave them too.

But it appeared to me that the more I shaved them, the more, the faster and the tickier they grew back. I hated it. I've tried razors, depilatory creams, wax... They all suck in a different way.

It was either expensive, painful, laborious or all of the above. It takes up so much time that I could waste doing things I actually enjoy. I do love the sensation of smooth skin, but now when I shave I don't do it out of obligation.

I do it because I felt up to it. Which is more and more rare with each passing day. It's also not a big deal. It's literally just hair and people can fucking deal with it, the same way they do it with the hair on male bodies.

Don't ever let other people dictate the relationship you have with your body. It's yours. Don't feel bad for treating it the way you feel comfortable treating it.

[woman-of-balnain]

maybe a smut where the reader is jealous after seeing mary and arthur hanging out, argument sex brrrrr. <<33

Masterlist | A03 Ver. | Part 2

Title: Bold as Love

A/N: Hopefully this is what you wanted anon! I'm used to writing a more soft and affectionate Arthur, but this was definitely a fun change for me. I hope it's okay... I took your request as wanting him more on the dominant side.

Also, I hope it's ok to cross-post this on A03. If not, just send me another anon ask to let me know and I'll delete it.

Warnings: Possessive Reader, Possessive Arthur, Jealous Reader, Arthur and Reader fighting for dominance, arguing, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, NOT proofread, I literally wrote it and posted it, so there might be mistakes.

Word Count: 2,781

Dividers by: cafekitsune + newlips

Your blood boiled when you saw them together. If Miss Grimshaw hadn’t let you come into the city that day, leaving your chores back at camp to get what Arthur had requested from the store, then you wouldn’t have even known. It was only by chance that you even found out, which made it so much worse.

You remembered seeing her come into camp, back when the gang was at Horseshoe Overlook and leaving that letter for Arthur. And of course, he’d gone straight to her, as if no time had passed, as if she hadn’t hurt him all those years ago, as if he wasn’t with you now.

He’d reassured you afterwards, told you what happened and more importantly what didn’t happen, but it had taken a while for him to calm you down. That was what made seeing him with Mary again, outside the Théâtre Râleur, hurt and anger you so much more.

She had her arm linked with his, pressing her body close to your man and laughing coyly at something he’d said. You had watched them coming out of the building, which told you they’d just watched a show together. Dim lighting, seated closely together for a whole show… the possibilities were endless in your mind and just made you feel worse.

Almost as though he sensed angry eyes on him, Arthur turned his head away from Mary, looking around before his gaze met with yours. A look of surprise spread over his features, but there was no guilt. You didn’t really know if that was a good thing or not.

Mary followed his gaze, wondering why his attention had strayed away from her. She looked at you with confusion, even though you’d already met when you took the letter for Arthur from her at the old camp.

“Do you two know each other?” Mary enquired.

Her voice was soft and pleasant. A stark contrast to how you saw her.

“Yeah,” was all Arthur said, eyes still not leaving you.

His blasé answer was the worst one he could have chosen in your mind. He didn’t tell her that you were together, that he was now yours. He didn’t put up any boundaries and it caused your anger to get almost to its breaking point.

“Oh,” she looked at you with faint recognition. “You’re one of those… girls…”

The way she said it made it clear how she saw you. Like some two-bit whore who she viewed with obvious disdain. There was nothing wrong with being a working girl. Abigail had been one before she fell for John. But you weren’t that to Arthur and you wanted to make it very clear to her.

“I’m his girl,” you gestured to Arthur, the venom dripping from your voice.

Mary glanced at him with uncertainty, but he just gave you a strange look, as though you were intruding on a moment you shouldn’t have been. As though your hurt and anger and jealousy were unwarranted somehow.

“I have to take Mary to the station,” he told you, voice deep and gravelly.

It was the tone he had when he was either angry or very, very turned on. You knew it was the former this time though.

“I’ll see you back at camp,” he continued, dismissing you.

You clenched your fists, fingernails digging into the skin of your palms as he began walking away, Mary’s arm still linked with his. He was acting like such a… gentleman with her. You knew a softer, more affectionate and loving side to Arthur in your private moments, but the way he was being with her seemed almost unnatural compared to his true personality.

She turned her head only once as they walked away, still eyeing you with uncertainty before saying something quietly to him. You didn’t hear what she said, but it didn’t matter. You’d seen and heard enough.  

You’d kept to yourself after returning to Shady Belle. Your chores were done in record time and before Miss Grimshaw could find other tasks for you, you’d stormed off to the open area behind the house. Hiding yourself away, you sat behind one of the smaller, empty buildings and tried to sort through your feelings regarding Arthur and seeing him with Mary.

That was where he found you, late in the afternoon, when the sun had almost met the horizon.

“There you are,” he said, his tone the soft lilt you were used to in private moments like this.

“What do you want?” You fumed, unable to hide the anger still bubbling inside you.

“Darlin’, why’re you so angry?” He asked.

You looked up to glare at him before standing so he wasn’t towering over you.

“Are you serious right now, Arthur? I catch you off on a date with her and you ask me why I’m angry?”

“It wasn’t a date,” he insisted.

“Whatever,” you were seething, letting all the pent-up emotions spill forth. “I don’t care what it was. I don’t like it.”

“Mary… she was just askin’ for a favour.”

“To go to the theatre?” You asked incredulously. “I’m not an idiot, Arthur.”

“Sweetheart, it’s like you said. You’re my girl.”

The sweet endearments didn’t feel so sweet right then, so you continued taking your anger out on him.

“No, I’m not yours,” you hissed. “Not anymore. Not after that. You want her so bad? Go have her. But you and me? We’re done.”

Arthur’s gaze darkened but you ignored it, moving to brush past him and head back towards the main house. You didn’t get very far though because he grabbed your arm and held you in place.

You felt Arthur move so that he was right behind you, chest pressed against your back. His arms snaked tightly around your body, keeping you firmly in place.

“Calm down,” he said lowly in your ear.

His own voice was too composed for your liking, like he wasn’t taking you seriously.

“Just let me go,” you struggled against him.

“No,” he kept you held in his arms. “Take it back.”

That angry tone was coming back, the one that always sent shivers down your spine. You tried to resist it, but when he started pressing kisses along your neck, it became harder.

“Cut it out,” you snapped at him.

“Take it back,” he repeated, lips brushing against your skin. “Say you’re mine.”

His teeth nipped at the place where your neck and shoulder met, and you let out an involuntary moan. You could feel the curve of his lips as he smiled against your skin and when his arms loosened a little in their hold around you, it was the perfect chance to free yourself. So that’s exactly what you did.

Turning to face him, you saw him get irritated as well, annoyed that you were still so defiant. You opened your mouth to say something snarky to him, but Arthur didn’t give you a chance. He closed the distance between you, taking hold of your hair and pulling your head back a little, forcing you to look him in the eye.

You glared at him, and he challenged you right back with his own commanding and unwavering stare. When he saw that you weren’t going to give in, Arthur smashed his lips against yours in an angry and domineering kiss.

You struggled a little, still infuriated with him, but his hold on your hair and the other arm he had wrapped around your waist made it impossible to get away. His lips were bruising and dominant against your own, forcing you to submit.

Eventually, you gave up, giving in and opening your mouth a little wider, allowing his tongue to wrestle with yours. You moaned again, unable to deny how much you loved this forceful side of him.

You always got lost in the feel of his lips, the things he could do with his tongue, the firm grip of his hands, the coarse hair on his cheeks and around his lips that tickled and teased your skin… it was all familiar. It was all yours and you weren’t about to have it any other way.

You managed to pull your head back a little, his grip on your hair having loosened at your submission to his kiss. Breaking your mouth away from his, you looked into his eyes, seeing the way his pupils were dilated and his hair was wild and messy from your fingers running through it.

“You say it first,” you demanded breathlessly.

“What?” He asked, like he was in a bit of a daze.

“Say you’re mine,” you insisted, your tone a little more composed this time. “Only mine.”

“You’re beautiful when you’re jealous, darlin’,” he teased, lips curving up into a devilish grin. “All wild and ferocious.”  

“Say it,” you demanded again.

His gaze softened a little, but the dark lust never left his eyes.

“I’m yours,” he promised.

It was enough for you, so you brought your lips back to his, both of your lips fighting for dominance. You gasped into his mouth when you felt him slam you against the wall of the small building you’d previously been sitting by. His hands were everywhere, possessively exploring your body.

“You’re mine too,” he murmured against your lips. “Ain’t you?”

It was spoken like a question, but you knew it wasn’t. He was telling you to admit it, but you weren’t ready to just yet, so you refused to answer, seeking his lips for another kiss instead.

“You’re really pissed off, huh?” He let out a light laugh, pulling back so you couldn’t kiss him again.

You just glared at him once more, feeling like he should know the answer to that. Arthur didn’t seem to mind, his hands reaching down and taking hold of your skirt. The fabric bunched up under his hold, snaking up your legs tantalisingly until the entirety of your lower body was revealed to him.

His gaze darkened even more when he saw that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, tone more menacing than anything else. “I’ll have you admittin’ it for me soon enough.”

You looked down, seeing the way his erection was straining against his pants and you couldn’t help but to get turned on by the insinuation of his intentions. You could feel the desire spreading through your lower belly, and the way your pussy reacted, already getting wet.

Arthur took hold of one of your hands, bringing it to his clothed cock. You let your instinctual lust take over for a moment, cupping your hand around it and relishing the faint groan that escaped his lips.

If this was how he wanted to play it, you decided to comply. You were quick to get rid of his gun belt before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his hips. When his cock sprung free, you saw that it was already fully hard, and it just spurred you on even more.

Your hand wrapped around it, tugging up and down on the velvety skin that covered the steel hardness underneath. His lips sought yours again and he groaned deeply into your mouth as your thumb swiped over the head of his cock.

It wasn’t long before he took control again, though, because he pushed your hands away from him before using one of his to grasp your hip tightly and the other to line him up at your entrance.

Your head fell back onto the wall behind you with a moan as he moved his cock back and forth along your slit, coating it in your wetness.

“Your body can’t lie to me, darlin’,” he groaned out. “You can be angry, but you’re still mine.”

You reached down, taking control by grasping his cock and putting it right where you wanted it. You pushed your hips forward, causing him to enter you and savouring the way his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth fell slightly open at the feel of your tight walls squeezing down on him.

“Yours doesn’t lie either,” you grit out, thrusting up your hips a little.

Both his hands gripped at your waist forcefully, ensuring that he had some hold over how much you could move. Arthur lifted you until your legs wrapped around his own waist and then he began thrusting into you.

“Just… admit it,” he managed to get out, voice rough as he slammed into you.

“No.”

Yet, with each time his cock entered you, it pushed a little deeper and teased that one spot that always brought you undeniable pleasure. If you kept letting him have all of the control, it would be a losing battle for you.

You squeezed down on his cock, milking him and causing him to get lost in the feel of you again.

“Why didn’t you tell her that I’m yours if it means so much to you?”

To your ever-increasing frustration, Arthur just grinned.

“Wanted you to get jealous,” he admitted, one hand moving down to grip your thigh as he continued pounding into your tight pussy. “Because you’re so god damned gorgeous like this.”

“I’m not jealous,” you lied, wanting to goad him. “I’m done. Enjoy this, because it’s the last time.”

His fingers dug into the skin of your thigh possessively at your words and he brought his lips back to your neck, covering your body completely with his. It meant that every sensation you felt was from him. The familiar smell of Arthur wrapped around you and all you could feel was his hands, his lips, his tongue…

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he insisted again, teeth scraping at the column of your throat. “This pussy is mine and you know it. Just admit it.”

He was clearly frustrated with you too and while it brought you satisfaction, you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer. His long, thick, perfect cock was dominating every aspect of you, eating away at your resolve.

“Apologize then,” you requested of him softly.

He pulled his head back to look at you, his pace never once faltering and the dark desire never leaving his eyes.

“’M sorry,” he admitted instantly.

You knew it was sincere, you could see it in his eyes. He may have liked frustrating you and making you jealous, but you could see in that moment that he realised the hurt you felt too.

“She… doesn’t… mean anything… to me,” he promised, getting the words out between his deep and brutal thrusts. “Not anymore. Not since you.”

“Good,” you replied heatedly, pulling his head closer. “Because you’re mine and I’m yours.”

He was obviously pleased with you finally admitting it and your lips met in another kiss, tongues moving languidly this time, as you savoured the feeling of one another. You could feel the familiar build up within you, knowing that you were close. Bucking your hips slightly, you let him know without words what you needed, and Arthur was quick to oblige.

He knew you like the back of his hand, every aspect, and every desire. So, his hand left its bruising hold on your thigh and moved upwards, caressing and teasing your skin until his fingers finally brushed against your aching clit.

You squeezed down around him again and he broke the kiss, his head falling to your shoulder. His thumb moved perfectly against your sensitive nub, rubbing in circles, and applying just the right amount of pressure.

“God…” you moaned out, now constantly milking his cock inside you as your pussy edged closer and closer to release. “Arthur…”

“That’s my girl,” he murmured against your skin, loving the way you said his name. “Let go, darlin’. I wanna feel you cum around me.”

With two more strokes of his thumb against your clit, along with a teasing nip of his teeth against your shoulder, you came undone around him. Your back arched and your body was overcome with ecstasy.

Your orgasm washed over you blissfully and the vice-like grip paired with the spasming of your pussy sent Arthur over the edge too. You felt his cum fill you up, as well as his cock throbbing deep inside you and it just made your own orgasm intensify.

His lips never seemed to leave your skin through it all, pressing countless soft and loving kisses all over your neck and then up to your jawline and finally on your cheeks. As you both came down from your highs and your frustrations with each other ebbed away, his fingertips stroked along your thighs.

“You’re… incredible…” he breathed out, nuzzling against your cheek affectionately.

You turned your head to capture his lips once more, determined to make sure he never forgot it again.  

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Part 2

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[primus-why]

What if TFP Megatron hadn't fumbled the bag during the Orion Pax arc...?

Like, imagine we get that scene where Orion is all "Why does this computer refer to me as Optimus Prime? Who... am I?" And instead of Megs being all "Grr, you're just my clerk, nothing more." He was... actually sort of honest?

Like obviously not 100% honest, let's be real here he's got his own agenda. But I'll bet Orion wouldn't have tried to delete his data if he had gotten an actually satisfying answer!!

For example what if it had been like:

Orion: I must know-- who... am I?

Megatron: ... *sigh* I'm not so sure I know the answer myself, Orion. This situation... it's complicated.

Orion: Then perhaps you might help me regain the memories I have lost? You explained what became of Cybertron, but I have yet to learn what has happened to me--

Megatron: -- It would have been too much! So many years lost, so much change to take in... I didn't want to overwhelm you!

Orion: I know, and I appreciate your consideration... however, these questions have been distracting me from my work...

Megatron: ... Very well. Come.

They settle down on some nook with a window. Orion's optics are glued to Megatron, while Megatron looks out said window for a beat before turning to face Orion.

Megatron: What do you remember, before I found you in those tunnels and brought you onto my ship?

Orion: I... *shifting uncomfortably* it's difficult to recall, but I believe my last memory was of us... fighting.

Megatron: Fighting?

Privately, Megatron is concerned Orion might be recalling a battle. He watches the other mech closely for his next words-- is the jig up already..?

Orion: Yes... we were arguing after the Council meeting, though I can't recall what for...

Megatron visibly relaxes a bit.

Megatron: Ah... that. Yes, I remember that day.

Orion: I had miscalculated, and my error upset you. We parted on bad terms.

Megatron: Oh, my dear Orion, that's long in the past! I hardly think back to our quarrel...

Megatron gently takes Orion's servo into his own, idly rubbing a thumb over his digits as if lost in a memory.

Megatron: Actually... your absence gave me clarity-- once I learned you were gone, I immediately realized that I missed you... regardless of what had transpired. And it hurt my spark to know we would never see each other again-- though, that turned out to not exactly be the case...

Orion is staring intensely now. He is afraid of the answer, but knows he must press on.

Orion: Megatron... what happened to me?

Megatron: After that Council meeting... you were taken.

Orion: Taken? By who??

Megatron stops rubbing Orion's servo, squeezing it instead.

Megatron: ... The Autobots, but I didn't know it at the time. I was informed you hadn't reported for work in a while. For a deca-cycle, in fact, which didn't seem like you. I tried to com, but was having no luck-- then Intel couldn't find evidence that you had even made it home after the meeting. Upon further investigation, we learned you were snatched off the street some time after we had parted ways. I knew then something bad had happened to you, but I didn't know who was responsible. Not until I saw you again... only it wasn't you--

Orion Pax: -- It was Optimus Prime.

Megatron: Yes.

Orion Pax: But... how? How could I be a Prime? I'm just an archivist-- was just an archivist... and why me?

Megatron: I'm sure you've noticed the change in your chassis. Well... we believe the Autobot warlord Ratchet used his vast medical knowledge to perform experiments on you, which allowed your body to carry the Matrix. As to why he chose you... I'm certain it was to derail our revolution efforts. It had been personal blow, seeing you change sides...

Orion: How could I abandon the cause? Did I not recognize you anymore?

Megatron: You recognized me, but you did not know me. When the Autobots declared war, Optimus Prime would charge in, always on the front line. I was one of the few fighters who could hold my own against him, and by far the best chance we had to get you to come back to your senses... but I could never reach you.

Orion removes his servo from Megatron's, instead balling it into a fist on his leg. He looks away as well to take in a steadying vent, then another... when he finds his voice again, it is soft-- but he needs to know...

Orion: ... Was it mnemosurgery?

Megatron responds equally as soft.

Megatron: For vorns, I thought that was the case. However we'd didn't find any evidence of it during your medical examination.

Orion's optics snap back to Megatron's.

Orion: Then how?! I--

Megatron: -- It seems your memory loss had something to do with the Matrix. We could test that theory, of course, but nothing would move forward without your consent, Orion. You understand?

Orion: Yes, thank you. I will consider it. And thank you again for taking the time to enlighten me. I am... sorry to have caused you all so much pain...

Megatron: Don't dwell on the darkness of the past when tomorrow promises a brighter future, my friend.

Orion: Mm... how can you be so sure? We are far from home, and the war rages on.

Megatron: Because I was able to finally reunite with someone I had thought to be lost forever. Anything seems possible to me now, even victory after all this time.

Orion blushes slightly as Megatron gets up to leave.

Megatron: I must go attend to my duties on the bridge. Would you like to join me for fuel in my quarters? Say, in the next few groons?

Orion: I would like that, very much.

As he watches Megatron depart, Orion privately wonders just what "victory" would look like, given their home has been destroyed. To what end do we fight? Perhaps I shall ask Megatron to elaborate on his vision of the future after our shifts...

[dekusheroacademia]

Nicholas Light: using homophobia to be cancelled for clout

This is not a call out post, I don't care about that. This is a summary of events that I decided to write because I know how fandom works and behave.

I am tired of seeing people's "The MHA fandom is so toxic!" for events that never happened, and given this youtuber already revealed he is looking for followers through "being cancelled" (as I'll explain), I have no intention of letting the shitshow that happened be forgotten.

So here we go.

Small disclaimer: This is the sequence of events as I remember, with screenshots to add. Please do not harass anyone. Not even Nicholas Light, as he clearly does not want to be involved with the MHA fandom anymore. Block him only and leave him alone, I am serious. The point of this is showing what happened, not confirming his idea of how disgusting mha fans and bakudeku fans are.

Another small point: If I said anything wrong or incorrect in this post, let me know and I will fix it. While I strive to be unbiased, I am only human.

1)Initial tweet

All of this happened in the span of a few hours, the 9th of May 2024, middle of the night at central europe time. All the tweets have since be deleted as Nicholas Light erased a full month of tweets and went private to do so.

Nicholas Light is an anime youtuber with a twitter account (of about 40k followers, this is important later). He posted this tweet:

I saw it on my tl a couple of times, mainly people saying that he should not generalize and people wondering how come someone who has watched MHA for so long does not know about Bakudeku. This tweet per se is kind of bait-y, but nothing too wild.

A lot of his followers were answering to this tweet with homophobic comments like:

And Nicholas himself then wrote he was throwing up under a bakudeku safe-for-work chibi fanart gif that someone reposted:

At this point there were a few comments saying "It is not too bad, Bakudeku has grown a lot as a ship" or "I just saw someone posting Endeavor/Uraraka", and fanart of other ships with an adult and a minor. Nicholas did not reply to any of them, seemingly only focusing on the bakudeku comments.

Here are some examples I managed to recover, as you can see no answer from Nicholas, he was only interested in bakudeku:

2) The video

At this point, a twitter user replied to Nicholas' main tweet with this:

As you can see, the user is very calm and even says "come across as homophobic", so definitely more diplomatic than what I could have managed. Nicholas replied with "Stop with the your queer audience", to which the user revealed that they ARE one of his audience.

As you can see Nicholas repeats that he doesn't want that queer follower in his audience, and that "I SPEAK MY MIND". Keep this in mind, the irony of it, especially, given he has erased everything.

The queer twitter user was the only person he addressed, and immediately after them he wrote this and immediately posted a youtube video:

You can still see his youtube video up, by the way.

This youtuber saw one user replying to him and immediately posted a "I got cancelled for this" youtube video, and a rant of multiple tweets telling his audience "I AM UNAPOLOGETICALLY ME AND I'LL FOREVER SAY WHAT I WANT". He posted another tweet too but I did not screenshot it.

After depicting himself as a victim of being cancelled because one person asked him about how his tweet could be viewed some bakudeku users reacted.

The first to go was the tweet of the video:

The second was this tweet that was written in reply to his main "i don't want a queer audience" tweet:

the tweet is still here.

As you can see if you click on the tweet, the problem expressed is that he built a queer audience to earn money, but is now trying to appeal to homophobic anime audiences to be "cancelled", and earn some followers and money. How do we know this?

Because of this tweet:

This screenshot was taken that same night, so this tweet about "earning from being cancelled" was posted 6 days before he decided to actually try it.

And it is not over. The user andy (the one who revealed about Nicholas' only fans) was immediately blocked, and they were the one finding this "being cancelled= money" tweet and posting it. Imagine what happened: Nicholas immediately deleted this reply from 6 days before. Which meant that he was checking what this bakudeku user was posting to cover his tracks.

3) Lolicon is fictional, but bakudeku is a disease and the fans need therapy

Now let's go back to Nicholas' main tweet in reply to that queer user. You can see how people from his following reacted:

And this was his answer:

You can see that he immediately decides to call the user weird because the characters are "little kids", so the user needs to seek therapy for looking at fanarts of bakudeku kissing.

Except that this is when bakudeku fans and non bakudeku fans found his old tweets in defense of lolicon, fictional pedophilia and people like Mushoku:

Now, the point here is the hypocrisy and double standard.

On one side "loli and fictional children are fictional and cannot be associated with actual crimes", on the other side "gay teenagers being shipped are disgusting and comparable to real life crimes". People were quick to point this homophobic messy double standard.

Nicholas Light himself started to notice that people were finding out his old stuff and he was replying to no one. He first deleted the tweet with the only fans retweet, probably making sure his current homophobic fanbase would not find that, and then replied this to one of the bakudeku fans showing his hypocritical behaviour:

This was the last tweet before he deleted everything. Calling someone an ableist slur, then saying he was watching movies with his girlfriend and then spending the next hour deleting

every

single

reply

and tweet.

And then he went private and when he came back... he had deleted every single reply and tweet of this mess, and he had deleted every tweet that people had screenshotted around, and every tweet he posted in the previous month:

He scrubbed his whole account.

We are not sure what happened to him "being unapologetically myself", apparently his strategy to make some cash from being homophobic and harassing small acounts while pretending to be cancelled did not succeed.

And the reason why I wrote this post is because there is the possibility that he might try this again in the future, maybe even with the same fanbase and strategy. So keep an eye out, do not let him fool you.

[have-you-been-here]

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A: Please try to limit yourself to two images! Depending on the size of the images I may let submissions with 3 images slide, but submission with four or more will have me asking you to resubmit with two images. If you can't decide which images to keep, consider making a collage that condenses them into a single, smaller image! Example [one] [two] [three]

Q: How do I make sure I don't submit a place that's already been added to the queue?

A: Use this link to see a spreadsheet of every place that's been posted and added to the queue. Do NOT submit the same place multiple times!

Q: Anon is off, but I don't want my username attached to my submission. Am I out of luck?

A: Not at all! If you'd like to submit a place anonymously, send in an ask as usual and mention that you'd like it to be anonymous. I'll take the submission and make a separate post without tagging you. The ask will be answered privately so you know that I've seen it and added it to the queue without your name involved. NOTE - posts that ask to be posted on anon do take longer on my part and tend to fall to the bottom of the inbox, so if you really want to see a place posted quickly, consider not asking for your name to be removed.

Q: It's been a while, but my place still hasn't been posted! Did you delete it?

A: Probably not! The queue posts six times a day, and there are a LOT of posts in the queue and in my inbox! I don't add posts in the order that they were submitted, so it's likely that your place hasn't been queued yet. The only reason I delete asks is if the place has already been posted or added to the queue!

Q: I run a similar gimmick blog and would love to tag each other for publicity!

A: Awesome! I'm all for it; send me a dm from your gimmick blog and I'll tag you at the end of this post :)

Happy travels!

[kalethemonster]

my american trans siblings, you will be under a fascist government once january rolls around. that fact is fucking terrifying. even for me as an aussie. (though your politics heavily affect us also bc all social media algorithms treat anyone posting in english as american)

take your time to mourn your freedom. you're losing sooo fucking much and it breaks my heart. the next two months you have left should be used for networking with irl trans people and preparing yourself mentally. let yourself morn but for fucks sake stay alive.

every day you exist is an act of resistance against those who wish you never existed in the first place.

so, how can you keep yourself existing?

irl? go back to 80's queer social policy. dont ask, dont tell. but definately use ways of signing to other queer people that you are one. with irl community, do your best to keep eachother afloat and help where you can. if you grow food, share it out. if you have a vacant room, add someone who needs a place to your household (ground rules and house rules important obvi). if you gotta go back in the closet do so, if you're already transitioning medically do your best to stock up on hrt during the next two months. your irl community is the best resource you have, so networking to find them while you an still do so freely in the next two months is critical.

social media is a tad more complicated so i'll break it down by site/company.

twitter: archive any important past posts you have made via screenshots and then just fucking nuke your account, delete all posts you have made individually to make sure and the delete the acc. elongated muskrat is the annoying orange's biggest financial supporter. he will turn over any and all info he government may request about trans and queer users. if you ever needed any more reasons to dump twitter thab the ones you have already had, take this one.

meta: in terms of facebook, if you still need it for family, archive posts abt being trans via screenshots, and delete said posts. if they were posted by supportive familiy members then get them to delete what they have posted of your identity for safety reasons, then only use for family you can only reach through it. for instagram and threads private any accounts you have that has your personal information attached other than ones for personal businesses. if you need public account access for reaching out,, make an account with only your first name listed, fill it with aesthetic shit or meme posts so it isn't easily linked to you as a person.

as far as i know with bluesky, more or less post as usual but stilll protect your personal information. first name and pronouns only. do not include location markers.

redit, hold all personal info verry close to your heat, give nothing away, have like 50 burners, you dont need karma.

youtube, if you only use it for viewing, use as normal. if you upload, do your best to not show ANY recognisable outdoor landmarks, keep personal info tight, and donot get into anything political. if you can take a hiatus that would be even better.

tumblr: post as normal minus locational and government info.

common thread here is do not reveal any personal shit at all and do your best to conceal what is already posted. back to 90s rules for most sites. unfortunately tech-literate bigots finding your info is a possibility and so you want to withhold as much as you can to avoid being located and identified.

general ruled (both irl and online):

you are dealing with fascists. anything out of line they will actively try to snuff out. if anyone st all tries to get you to talk about ANYTHING REMOTE POLITICAL in any form of public space, SHUT THE FUCK UP. completely shut it down with "i dont talk about politics" or "i dont like politics". yes it's the pussy's answer to get out of shit, but being a pussy in the presence of violent fascists keeps you alive. if they try to talk about palastine, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about trans people, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about abortion, shut the fuck up. if they try to talk about disability/meantal health. from new years onwards, you will treat any person in the US who tried to talk about any of that shit in public that isn't doing it for the sake of protest as a narc. you will only properly discuss it behind closed doors with trusted family, comunity and allies.

as of new years day, it is the job of all allies in the us to basically be human shields for not only queer communities, but disabled, migrant, and any form of non-white communities too. if you are cis, white, able bodied, and have been an american citizen from birth, and happen to be a decent person, you are the ones who gotta protect those who cant protect themselves or cant leave the country. yes even if you're queer. if you are a white cis queer person, you can hide your sexuality for 4 years. most trans and intersex people cannot hide their gender or traits.

to recap: for the next two months, mourn your freedom, connect with your local queer comunity. do not share any personal info anywhere online unless you have a buisness, and then keep said info to the bare minimum. if people try to talk to you in public, shut the fuck up. allies and white cis lgb must protect those who cant run or hide.

the next four years are gonna be hell. but just know that of it seems no one has your back, this trans man all the way in australia has your back. love from me, my cousin, and my wonderfully supportive mother. stay sane, aqy safe, stay together.

[carouselunique]

Is it true that there's no animosity between you and... you know, you know who. You never talk about her in any way. I guess I'm curious. You guys seemed like really close friends and then just weren't friends at all. And there was some stuff she said that seemed very targeted at you...

I don't know if she feels any animosity toward me or not any more. Our mutual friends have said she doesn't and I take them on their word in that regard, assuming that if they have an answer for me it's because they're aware how she feels. I wouldn't know and it's not my place to put words in her mouth.

I haven't spoken to her/about her in a long time and the only time she even crosses my mind is when people bring her up to me. As for me feeling any animosity? I'll admit my feelings on her these days are complicated and way too nuance-core for people who aren't my friends to hear about but I wouldn't call them animosity in any way. I inherently want people my friends care about to live well because I care about my friends, and anyone my friends care about by proxy and I still share friends with her. I would never wish ill on people my friends care about so animosity doesn't fit into that by definition. I'd say I'm hurt more than anything and even then I've worked through a lot of it with trusted friends who have helped me deal with my emotions in a healthy way.

(Besides, my own life struggles keep me from even being able to invest time into animosity. I have to expend that energy loving my family, doing my best to support them during our struggles. And I've never been a hateful person it isn't in me. I would rather play 'Hot To Go' by Chappell Roan and teach my dad how to do the hand gestures to help him strengthen his muscles again than focus on hating anyone...)

I try not to think about her because it hurts. I often think that people forget that I'm a real person outside of her sphere, and that I wouldn't want to talk about what happened because I truly did consider her a friend for a long time. And when someone I consider a friend appears to not regard me with care any more suddenly and I don't even have closure on that... well... it hurts... A lot. Of course I never talk about it.

And I'm not stupid, I have seen some stuff she's said that I've gathered was about me. I remind myself that she has a right to vent in her own spaces and I truly mean that... it's just a shame that her own spaces have people who then have taken these things to me to show me (after all, I wouldn't have even seen these things myself if not for third-party anons going 'this u?') saying it is my own fault because I was a terribly cruel friend or my own fault for not listening to warnings about her when I had the chance and that makes me a stupid gullible bitch. You lot haven't seen some of the awful shit about me from some of her more ravenous fans and haters I've seen over the years that I've had to let roll off my back in the fear it would bring backlash - not even to me, to her. I don't want to be the cause of any hatred going to anyone.

Also I'm just not going to ever talk about the details of our fallen friendship or our fallen relationship. That's private. She might be a public person to some extent but I never was, even if I do gain some measure of small fandom for my work one day I'm just private about personal matters especially raw ones. I almost deleted this ask entirely but Idk I never stated that it bothers me when people talk to me about her from my own mouth, so I guess that's what this ramble is.

If you send me anything about Lily Orchard it will not be addressed. I am not a part of her life not even through our mutual friends. I do not know or care what's going on with her public/personal life. I haven't kept up. I will never keep up. Don't treat me as an extension of the situation because I am not in the situation. In the most plainly stated sense of the word: Leave me the Hell alone. (...pretty please.)

All I've wanted this entire time was to be left alone to process everything in a healthy, peaceful way. I'm workin' on it.

[callmehopeless]

Hi everyone! I'm still very much alive and doing well. Writing lots, RPing lots, creating things for fandom. I'll tag this post HL, since I think people check the tag more than individual blogs (I know I do).

I'm on several social media platforms, but currently actively using almost none of them, with the exception of Discord.

People have discussed a lot about why the fandom is quiet on social media spaces right now — honestly, when my mental health is good and I'm happy, I don't really have much interest in being on social media platforms. I just want to create for friends, write at my pace, and do my thing.

Tumblr, Twitter and such have this inherent kind of loneliness to them. Every time I get invested in a fandom, I've become more active privately, less so publicly. Using Tumblr and Twitter feels a bit like standing on a stage with a microphone, telling jokes, hoping you'll get the serotonin hit that keeps you feeling creative. And then you create on the back of that, and then you need the next hit to go around again. Youre exposed to the entire gamut of fandom, all the time — you don't really get a break to just create meaningfully. You spend more time curating what people see than what you make. This is probably more about me personally than the social media experience, but Ive always found it a bit daunting.

As I'm growing happier, doing better, and creating more �� I'm inversely posting less, and interacting less. This happens often for me: I love creating for people, but I don't need the serotonin hit. I want to create for friends, and build things without persona.

I have an inbox stuffed full with messages asking for updates on fics, how I'm going, those fun chain message things. I'm not-not answering for any reason other than that I'm just out here vibing. I do intend to write more fics, create more things for you, and share more stuff. I just want to do that because I *want to*, and not because I'm on the clout-chase-approval-hamster-wheel I've put myself on. I want to make fandom content because I love it, and not for my dopamine hit I've gotten used to now.

I hope you're all doing great out there! If you want to find me, your best bet is on my Discord, in my pinned post.

This isn't me announcing I'm quitting fandom or deleting Tumblr or any third thing, but just me acknowledging the time you guys are taking to reach out to me, and letting you know I'm okay, I'm happy, I'm building bots to give tacos to RP server members.

I hope you're happy too! You deserve to be happy.

Hoppo xox

[pearlypairings]

For the writer asks: 12, 18, 27 (any or all please!)

12. a trope you’re really into right now

Comfort tbh.... I love feeling the character's angst or stress and then finally getting to that comforting moment that like in this tiny little moment all is right in the world again. It can be so rewarding as a reader and a writer :)

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

OOOOOH okay! Well back when I considered Chrissy might possibly become confused/upset upon discovering Jonathan had her necklace in TIAL, the original outline had her cold-shouldering him and giving him back her photos and being extremely upset that he'd had this extremely sentimental and important gift from her grandpa all along. And so I'd brainstormed this dialogue of Jonathan eventually coming to Chrissy and trying to explain himself, not understanding why she'd pushed him away (he confesses his feelings big time!). I ultimately decided I didn't want this misunderstanding and they admitted their feelings in a less grand and more private way:) but here's the unedited, deleted monologue: "I wanted to tell you that I didn't know why or how this all started. But that wouldn't really be the truth and I don't ever want to lie to you. When you asked me for help, I overcharged you because I knew your family could afford it…. But every time we met after that, I saw the truth behind your stormy eyes. You were real. You had kindness and pain and concern for everyone around you. You paid attention to the details, knowing my work and my faces and these things that I didn't even recognize about myself. You wanted me to ask for more, not settle. And by then, I was scared. Scared because I knew it was too late to turn back. Your heart embedded itself in mine, like a landmine waiting to kill me upon impact. And I didn't care if you did, because I…. I fell for you, fell harder than I ever wanted to admit aloud to myself, let alone you. I didn't want to lose you, but never telling you? Never making this up to you? That would be so much worse."

27. your favorite part of the writing process

My favorite part has to be when I'm finally in the middle of writing and words just pour out of me. Like that deep hyponotic flow of creation, enjoying the journey and following where the characters and the inspo take me. It can be so relaxing and exciting at the same time!! But lately I've been stuck with very short, stilted sessions due to timing and scheduling which can be a little deflating. I'm hoping with the cooler weather, I'll be able to have more freedom to write in my free time :)

[aesethewitch]

Free Tarot Friday Rules

Last updated November 7, 2024: Added politics to my list of readings I won't do. You can also find the list over on my sweet new website under the Commissions nav link.

On Fridays, I offer free one-card tarot readings on Tumblr! This section covers guidelines for submitting a free reading request. (Note: Guidelines for paid readings are included on the full order page over on Ko-Fi, since they differ from listing to listing.)

General Guidelines:

Send an ask with your question or goal for the reading to my Tumblr askbox. Be as clear as you can with your question, or if you prefer, you can ask for a general reading. Be mindful of the things I won't do, listed below. In general, asks violating rules will not be answered.

Include your initial(s) and the initial(s) of anyone else involved. Nothing else is necessary.

No minors. Sorry!

Include your pronouns and the pronouns of anyone else involved. This is so that I know how to phrase my reading respectfully. If you don't, I'll default to they/them.

I will answer your ask privately if you ask. If you don't request to be answered privately, the ask will be published to my blog. Note that to answer an ask privately, you can't send it anonymously. Anonymous asks with a request to be answered privately will be deleted, since I can't answer them without publishing to my blog.

Be respectful. Only ask one question for Free Tarot Friday, follow the rules, and don't be an asshole. Please also don't trauma dump in my inbox. Remember that I'm a whole person and that I'm not your therapist. Don't be that parasocial asshole who makes me turn anonymous asks off.

Things I Won't Do Readings About:

Readings about health or legal issues. Trust me, you should talk to a professional about these things. This includes mental health! General advice like "What can I do this season to keep my spirits up?" is okay. "When will I get better?" is not.

Readings about politics. I'd rather this space be for personal growth and outlooks.

Yes/No questions, especially ones about love. Instead of "Will I fall in love?" or "Will my situation improve?", try asking "What do I need to know about my love life?" or "How can I improve my situation?" You'll get better answers that way. I can't guarantee a clear yes or no. I'll usually try to rework a yes/no question into a more open-ended question. If I can't, I'll have to reject it.

Sexually explicit readings, including readings about first times, future sex lives, etc.

Future spouse/partner readings, in general. Nothing about where a future spouse is from, appearance, when you'll meet, etc. General love readings or readings about your future with a particular person are typically fine.

Readings on past lives, "twin flames," "soul mates," and related concepts. I won't do readings relating to being an empath, HSP, starseed, indigo child, or other similar concepts, either.

Readings on "reality shifting" or Law of Attraction/Assumption related topics. I think reality shifting is bullshit to be quite honest! And LoA is full of toxic nonsense; I don't want to touch it.

Anything that constitutes "mind reading." This includes what people think about you, what people are saying about you, and similar questions.

Readings about celebrities, period. Especially ones that involve celebrities falling in love with you or someone else, but nothing about drama or scandals, either.

Readings on behalf of other people. For example, "What should my friend do about this situation?" or "Will my sibling fall in love?" or "How does x person feel about y person?" Questions about how you could help your friend get through their situation or what support they need are fine.

More than one card and/or one question at once for free. (This comes with very few exceptions.) If your question is too complex for a single card draw, I'll let you know so you can narrow it down or ask another question. Even if it's a free reading, I want you to get something worthwhile out of it. Half-assing an answer isn't fun for either of us.

Keep in mind, I have the right to refuse to do any reading for any reason. Even if something isn't explicitly listed here, if I'm not comfortable with a question's content, if you're rude, or if I just don't want to answer a given question for some reason, I'm allowed to refuse. For free tarot days, I'll usually offer to let you send a new ask in cases where something isn't explicitly disallowed. Others will just be deleted.

For paid readings, I will contact you to talk about the content of the question and negotiate from there. If you purchase a reading and decide you no longer want one after I reject a question for whatever reason, I'll refund you. But I'd rather you read through these rules and ask ahead of time if you're not sure about something, since I'll have to eat the payment processing fees for any refunds, and that sucks.

[mdianasims]

The Grand Scheme

Link to the introduction post for the Bachelor Challenge. List of contestants.

Schedule:

Yes, this will be two four week seasons. The contestants will move into the Bachelor Pad once there are 7 left, so I don't have to mod the household to have more than 8 Sims. Before that, they'll live in seperate households.

2. Outfits: Bolded outfits are mandatory. No CC allowed (sorry) and I have all packs except Batuu. I only have the Simtimates and Moonlight Chic kits.

3. Dates You can let me know about your choices through DM.

3.1 Activity date (spring 23-26): Choose up to 3 of these. Also specify which outfit you want your Sim to wear (example: activities: sing and dance, outfit: Party 1).

3.2 Contestant date (Summer 4-9): Choose up to 5 of the activities below. Specify which outfit you want your Sim to wear and choose the lot type. If you choose activities that I can't place on the lots I have available in Ciudad Enamorada and Oasis Springs, I may move the date to a (premade) lot in a different world.

3.3 Dinner date (Summer 21-23): If your Sim makes it to the final 3 contestants, they get to choose a restaurant, the options are:

Experimental

French

Italian

Mexican

Seafood

4. The Final Question:

Don't forget to let me know what should happen in case your Sim is eliminated.

be returned to you (I'll save your Sim after elimination and upload the tray files and send you a private link);

live on in my save file;

be deleted;

remain in limbo forever (I'll store the tray files somewhere)?

Not answering this question defaults in the last option.

If you have any questions, let me know!

[bleujae]

┏♡ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕, 𝕀 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦♡┓

♡ Summary: Why can't idols date in peace? Are they not human? :(

♡ Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

♡ Genre: angst and fluff

♡ Word count: 2.2K

♡ Warnings: mentions of cursing, cyber-bullying, *let me know if there's anything else I should add ^^*

"And you know I'll remind you when you think I don't; Hey stupid, I love you"

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“First 4th generation relationship: ENHYPEN’s leader Jungwon was spotted with an unknown girl late at night.”

That was the first thing that Sunhee woke up to. Even though she was scared of what she would see on any social media platform, her finger immediately exited out of the Google app and pressed onto the Instagram app out of habit. 

She could already see the amount of DMs she had received from her friends and the Enhypen members from their secret personal accounts. But she also noticed how many DMs were filling her account from people that she didn’t even know. Of course she knew they were from fans and she already knew what they were going to say 

“You’re only dating Jungwon oppa for attention.” 

“You gold digger.”

“Break up with him.” 

“You’re only using him for his fame.” 

“You don’t deserve him.” 

“I wonder how your ugly ass got with him.” 

Her hands shook as she tried to delete every single dm that was coming in and remove all the unknown accounts from her followers list. She immediately made her account private and threw her phone onto her bed out of frustration. 

She could hear her phone ringing like crazy from kakaotalk notifications not only from Jungwon but from the group chat she was in with the rest of the Enhypen members. However she didn’t bother even looking at them. 

“YOON SUNHEE!” She flinched as she heard her best friend’s voice boom throughout her apartment, knowing her friend was only worried because she wasn’t answering her phone. She let out a string of curses under her breath as she hesitantly walked out of her room. 

“I…I’m right here.” She trailed off, closing her bedroom door behind her. 

“Are you ok?” Heeyoon, Sunhee’s best friend, advanced pretty quickly to the panicking girl and pulled her into a tight hug. “How did this happen?” She urgently asked while trying to calm her best friend down. 

“I-I don’t even know.” Sunhee managed to let out with her extremely shaky voice. She could feel a wave of anxiety rise inside of her. 

“Did Jungwon call you yet?” Her friend cautiously questioned the girl, afraid of pushing her over the edge. 

“Yeah…But I haven’t been answering.” Sunhee quietly responded to the girl. She knew Jungwon was also freaking out in his dorm. He was usually very calm in most situations, but she knew that this was the one thing that he had been worrying about for the future. 

“Why don’t you call him, hm?” 

“I don’t want to.” Sunhee sighed out. “I know it’s probably the right option to call him but…I don’t think I can.” Her voice started wavering as different scenarios started to flash in her head. “What if he breaks up with me, Heeyoon? What if all those comments from the fans convinces him that I’m not good enough for him?” 

Heeyoon’s heart broke seeing how much this was destroying her friend’s confidence and her insecurities were finally coming to the surface. Of course, Sunhee wasn’t completely confident while dating Jungwon. His popularity made his girlfriend question her worth and her right in dating the young leader. But Jungwon was always there to comfort her that she was more than enough for him and that he loved her very dearly. 

“I’m just going to go back into my room. Can you fill me in on the work I miss in class?” Before Heeyoon could say anything else, Sunhee trudged back into her room and closed the door behind her. 

Heeyoon sighed as she dialed a familiar number and waited for the person on the other line to pick up. 

“Hey Heeseung oppa. How is he? Is he doing ok?”

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“What the fuck do I do?” Jungwon cursed out when Riki showed the new article that came out in the morning. “This is probably breaking her.” He pulled on his red hair, frustrated in the situation. 

“Is she still not picking up?” Sunoo asked in a cautious voice, making Jungwon chuck his phone on the couch.

“No she hasn't. I know she saw the article and she’s probably reading through the comments that people are leaving.” Jungwon covered his face and he could feel tears from annoyance building up in his eyes. He slumped down on the couch and propped his elbows on his knees, thinking of how he should fix this. 

“I think you should wait until our manager hyung says something.” Jake suggested to the distressed boy. 

But the young leader was hearing none of it. He shot up from the couch and advanced to the door. “I have to go see her.” 

But he didn’t get far as he was pulled back by the two oldest members. “Oh no. Yang Jungwon, you’re staying right here. Wait until our manager comes or we go to the company.” 

“But Sunhee is probably going through so much right now.” Jungwon protested, trying to free himself from the hold of the oldest members. “She's probably overthinking and she’s putting all this pressure on herself.” Jungwon slowly stopped struggling as he dropped to the ground, just like his tears dropped from his eyes. “She’s probably thinking that she’s not enough for me and that she doesn’t deserve me.” His last sentence almost came out as a whisper and his tears started to fall rapidly, making his hyungs look at him in pity. Jungwon was usually a calm and collected person. He was their leader. Even when his members were going through hard times, he stayed his best to stay grounded and calm for the group’s sake. But this matter was driving him close to insanity. 

The silent atmosphere was interrupted as someone’s phone rang. Heeseung fished his phone out of his pocket to see his sister’s ID on display. 

“Heeyon?” 

Jungwon’s ears perked up at the familiar name and his head shot up. “It’s Heeyoon? Is she with Sunhee? Does she know if Sunhee’s ok?” Jungwon continued to bombard the older male with questions, making Heeseung hold his hand up. 

“No he’s not. He’s practically a mess.” Heeseung told his sister. “How is she?” 

Heeseung kept nodding at his sister’s answer, his face slowly dropping. And of course Jungwon noticed, he was so intently staring at his hyung. 

“Why? Is she not ok? Can I go see her?” 

But Jungwon’s questions were ignored once again as Heeseung focused back on his phone call. “I have a feeling our manager will come to meet with us. I’ll keep him here until then.” 

“Hyung, I think I really need to see her.” Heeseung felt bad ignoring the younger male’s desperate pleas.

“I’m sorry Jungwon but you need to stay here until our company says something about the situation. Whether to the public or to us.” 

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Sunhee laid in her bed, writing and erasing a text message to Jungwon. She was wondering what to do in this situation and how he was feeling. 

Would he not want to date me anymore? 

That exact thought was going through her head over and over again. It was starting to get to her head when she kept seeing horrible messages and death threats being sent to her social media accounts. She had gotten a creepy package early that day, which Heeyoon had angrily disregarded from her house. She was confused on how these fans had gotten her address and now she was even more scared of what was to come. 

 The only thing that was comforting her was listening to a compilation on youtube that had gathered Jungwon’s sweet and unique voice in one video. It was one of the things that Sunhee loved most about Jungwon. He had a unique tone of voice but with a very sweet base, which made her swoon every time she heard it. 

“Sunhee-yah~” 

Sunhee blinked as she took her eyes off of her phone, focusing on the items behind her phone. “Heeyoon-ah. Please help me. I think I’m hearing things.” She choked up at the thought of Jungwon being here right now. 

She knew he had a bunch of things on his schedules. Why? Because that’s all he had complained to her about last night while he was over at her apartment, watching movies and eating snacks with her; before this scandal broke out and ruined everything. Even when he desperately called her, she ignored every single one. She knew that as soon as she heard his voice, she would want to see him and she didn’t want to distract him from his work. From his career.

His career that she probably ruined. 

“You’re not hearing things, love.” 

Sunhee blinked again, springing up from her bed and whipping her head towards her bedroom door. And there he was. 

Her boyfriend. The love of her life. Her everything. 

“J-Jungwon?” She stumbled out of her bed, thinking if she was dreaming of him being in front of her. “W-What are you doing here? You said you had a photoshoot today.” 

“I finished my part and begged my manager to leave the scene as soon as I did.” Jungwon answered her while he took steps towards his girlfriend and steadied her on her feet. 

“I…I missed you, Wonie.” Sunhee’s voice wobbled, breaking Jungwon’s heart. 

“Love. I’m so sorry.” Jungwon whispered into her hair after he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her waist and patting her head with his palm. 

“W-why are you sorry?” Sunhee already had tears streaming down her face and landing on Jungwon’s shoulder, wetting his shirt. “You probably hate me for tainting you and the rest of Enhypen’s image and your fans will probably not be happy with you. And you’ll probably want to break up with me, regretting you ever even dated me because I ruined your career an-”

She was cut off by Jungwon’s lips on hers, silencing her rant. She closed her eyes, letting her remaining tears run down her cheeks and felt Jungwon’s tears streaming down his own cheeks, making their gentle kiss taste salty. 

Jungown pulled her waist closer, if that was even possible at that point while Sunhee brought her hand that was locked behind Jungwon’s neck to his red locks. Her fingers gently wove through his dark red hair, which she absolutely adored on him. Their lips feverishly moved against each other, making Sunhee forget about what she was even ranting about in the first place. 

Her boyfriend finally broke the kiss, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks and lightly caressed her cheeks. “Love, you would never ruin my career. I will never regret dating you.” Jungwon assured her firmly. “If fans are disappointed, then they were never fans in the first place.”

“But-” 

“I’m never going to break up with you, Yoon Sunhee.” Jungwon said to her. “I’m never going to break your heart like that. I’m going to stay with you till the day I stop breathing. I’m never going to let you go.” 

Sunhee could feel herself tear up again at the way Jungwon looked at her while saying that. His beautiful eyes held so much love and adoration while looking at his girlfriend. 

“I can promise you this. I will never let you go. My sunshine.” 

Sunshine. 

It was a nickname that Jungwon made for Sunhee quite early in their relationship for the sole purpose that her name contained the word sun in it. But as time went on, Jungwon realized how perfectly fitting the nickname was for her. She was his sunshine. She was the one who would brighten up his day every single day and was the one who made his world brighter. 

“Wonie…”

“You’re my sunshine. You’re the one who brightens every aspect of my life. I will never let you go. I need you in my life.” Jungwon told her with the rounded end of the tears gathering at his chin. 

At this point, Sunhee was sobbing again, not from sadness but from true happiness. Jungwon lightly smiled at her, wiping her tears with the pad of his thumb. 

Sunhee showed him an equally gentle smile. “Ayu stupid…You’re crying too and you’re only wiping away my tears.” She stated, using the sleeves of her sweater to wipe his tears away. 

Jungwon lightly chuckled as he tucked her bangs behind her ear and caressed the side of her face. “I guess we’re both stupid here anyway. You’re my stupid sunshine and I will always love you.” 

Jungwon leaned to give another kiss that the girl gladly received, giggling through the sweet kiss. 

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Sunhee let out a deep breath as Jungwon posted the latest post of his selca with the hinting caption. They both had come back to the Enhypen dorm, not totally confirming the rumors but not denying them either. 

“How are you feeling so far?” Jungwon placed a peck on the girl’s forehead before asking her. 

She snuggled the side of her cheek into Jungwon’s shoulder, clinging onto his arm. “It feels a lot nicer. Well, also now that I got to talk it out with you too.” 

Jungwon lovingly placed his head on top of Sunhee’s head and let out a satisfied sigh. 

“Hey Jungwon?” He let out a small hum in response. “I love you.” 

He chuckled before answering her. “I love you too, sunshine.”

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Why have both of the birthday posts I've made have angst in it- 💀

NEways- Happy Birthday to Jungwon 🥳!! One of the best leaders out there and the person that my 04 bestie is completely whipped for~💙

[403tarot]

TAROT READING GAME

to celebrate reaching 403 followers i decided to do a tarot reading game! read the rules and make sure to participate!

first of all i want to say thank you to my followers and everyone who enjoy my readings ! y'all are really important to incentive me keep updating this blog (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠) now let's get to know how the dynamic of this game will be and of course the rules!

DYNAMIC & RULES

i'll be answering the first 43 questions sent on my ask. your ask should follow some requirements:

your ask can be a YES or NO question, a single question or to get an advice from your spirit guide about any subject / area of your life. in all cases you'll get a brief explanation of the answer from my cards. i'll use tarot + inner witch oracle.

your ask must contain your first name and year of birth.

i won't answer anything about death or health.

anonymous asks are not allowed and will be deleted. i'll answer in private so my response will appear in your inbox.

to participate you must be following me, liking this post and my pinned. i'll check if you did all of this before accepting your ask.

asks that do not fit the rules will be deleted. if all seats are taken, don't worry! if any ask or user is not following the rules, the next in line will take the place of the deleted ask.

CURRENT ASKS TAKEN [+43/43] — CLOSED

[farthngdr]

This post is tinhatting to the nth degree, and it includes speculation about the current State of the Union of Cockles that is undoubtedly unpopular. If you're sensitive about this subject, turn back now.

(For the sake of context: I adore Cockles and want them to last forever.)

Someone mentioned that Jensen was asked at a recent con to name a favorite band or song. He answered that he had just learned to sing and to play a song called "Wondering Why" on guitar.

I read the lyrics to the song, which I am including here. Clearly he means this song to be a tribute to Danneel:

"She comes from silver spoon, golden rule, private school Never missed Sunday church And I come from blue collar, low dollar Out here where concrete meets old red dirt

And I don't know what happened But it sure don't add up on paper But when I close my eyes late at night You can bet I thank my maker

She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan Lord, it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why

She's got a wicked smile, angel eyes Every guy wanting to hold her close She's as pretty as sin Like the sun sinking down on the California coast

She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan Lord, it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why

Alright, alright, alright

I don't know what happened But it sure don't add up on paper And as long as she lets me I'll take her wherever she wants me to take her, oh

She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan And it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why."

My first reaction was, "That's really interesting, Jensen doesn't typically sing love songs that clearly reference the 'she/her' pronouns, so he is experiencing a renewed appreciation for Danneel." Wonder why...?

The lyrics are also taking a dig at a certain kind of person, the kind who is only "along for the ride." I wondered if that particular line was a dig at Misha, as I believe Jensen might have distanced himself from Misha due to the whole girlfriend debacle. I attended Burcon and the Jenmish panel, and I felt very strongly that Jensen had changed toward Misha, most likely due to Misha's inviting a new woman into his life, and also most likely without asking anyone else's consent to do so (except maybe from his kids). Judging by the cold (as in Arctic) mood of the panel, as well as a few mean-spirited swipes at Misha, something was definitely off between the two.

The song says she has "angel eyes" ?

Also: "It's a little old piece of heaven/When we lay down at night." Jensen has sung Bryan Adams' song "Heaven," which is thought by many to be a song he sings for Misha. ("When I'm lying here in your arms/I'm finding it hard to believe/We're in heaven.")

And I kept thinking about that line--"along for the ride." Could that be what a hurt and jealous Jensen thinks about Misha? That Misha was really just along for the ride, as opposed to Danneel, who has remained loyal and committed to him through thick and thin?

And then I saw a poem Alma posted on their story today. It's titled "Along for the Ride."

(I have no proof of anything. I know nothing. Just a mind that tends to see connections. And yes, possibly where there aren't any.)

If folks come at me for this, I guess I'll do what I always end up doing these days- -I'll have to delete it.

Oh well.

POSTSCRIPT: SInce the posting of "I'm going I'm gone," Alma really went. Not even posting their daily favorite verses on their Instagram story, which have been a staple of their account for several years. Alma, please come back. We weren't just along for the ride.

[angelpuns]

Hello Angel, I wanted to apologize sincerely. I didn't know that doing what I'm doing was really rude and annoying. The person I send the fan story (kid Leo au) accidentally had already reached to me (I had forgot to do it anonymous) and "explained" me that what I'm doing is so inappropriate and I'm just doing it for the likes in other people's blogs and using their own content instead of being original and do my own, and also told me to not do it ever again. That you are only being nice because you didn't had how to reached out to me in private to talk about it. I just summarized all the things said.

I am really sorry, I didn't thought it was that bad. And I want to thank you for being a really nice person. I also thank the other person for letting me know about it. Once again I apologize 😔

-🌸

Sorry this took so long for me to respond to, I had to sit back and think a lot because hearing that someone said that to you actually made me so mad-

I LOVE READING THE STORY, LET ME SAY THAT FIRST, I GENUINELY ENJOY IT SO MUCH AND I GET SO SO SO EXCITED WHEN YOU SEND ME ASKS CAUSE IT'S SO SO SO FUN TO READ-

I personally LOVE when people send me asks like that, and I think it was a real shitty thing for them to say that to you. I understand why some people may not like it for their own content, but I enjoy it a lot.

You are not being rude at all to me, I promise. I genuinely enjoy reading your fan stories so much!

I'll be honest, I am not a nice person. If I didn't like it or didn't want people to do this sort of thing, I would have never answered your asks. When I get asks I don't like/don't want to answer I delete them (which tbh I don't think is me being an asshole I think it's my right-)

I promise it's not just me being nice, I am not that sort of person lmao-

SORRY IF THIS IS ALL SUCH A CONFUSING RESPONSE I AM JUST GETTING VERY MAD ON YOUR BEHALF BECAUSE EWIJRGIJFREJI I LOVE READING YOUR FAN STORIES AND YOU HAVE NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR!!!

aLSO ANOTHER THING BUT THE FACT THAT IT'S FOR THE SPINOFF COMIC MAKES ME SO SO SO HJAPPY BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A TON OF IDEAS FOR THE SPINOFF AND SEEING THAT I INSPIRED SOMEONE TO WRITE ABOUT IT IS SO FLATTERING AND AMAZING AND MAKES ME SAPPY FEEL GOOD

if the person that said that is reading this, they are in fact an asshole. And it really isn't any of their damn business <33333

TLDR: I DON'T THINK IT'S RUDE AT ALL IT'S ACTUALLY SO SO SO NICE TO GET YOUR FAN STORIES AND THIS PERSON IS AN ASSHOLE FOR TELLING YOU OFF

again sorry if this is very very rambly or whatever I just got like actually so pissed off on flower-anon's behalf while thinking about this-

[bigalockwood]

Hey Lia 💜,

1,4, 5, 16, 17 and 18 for the writers ask thingie

Wishing you an as stress-free as possible weekend!

Hey Sophia 💜💜💜 Thanks for asking!! And I hope you have a lovely weekend!!

1)Last sentence you wrote? Okay, this is kind of cheating, but because I haven't written anything since I finished chapter 6 of should've said no (and you might still have me) I'll give you something I quickly wrote down when I woke up in the middle of the night the other day.

"There was a yawning pit inside of him and it was going to eat him alive."

4)A story idea you haven't written yet? The sentence above is from a story I haven't written yet. It's a very sad story about Wille Not Having A Good Time as he's reminded of some of the terrible things he's been through as he revisits different places.

5) First sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP As Wille opened the fridge door, his gaze fell on Simon’s message he’d left this morning: “I believe in you. My brave disaster baker 💜“.

16)Favorite place to write My desk! Preferably standing up!

17)Talk about your writing and editing process I honestly feel like there's not all that much to say. I typically don't plan anything, I just go into it and see what happens. I also don't write chronologically, so I'll often tackle the big scenes first and then kind of fill in the blanks to connect them. Editing is limited due to having no time, so I usually just read everything once when I'm done writing. I also don't really delete stuff- if anything I rearrange or replace words. Sorry- that's such a boring answer.

18)If you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic. This is from Royally Whipped. This is from when they go to the Italian restaurant. If you've read the story, you know what has changed (don't want to spoiler anyone, so keeping it a bit ambiguous here).

ETA: I just checked- this is the only deleted scene I have. Everything else I kept in and rewrote or repurposed. Which goes back to my editing process where I cut almost nothing.

Hoping he didn’t read the situation completely wrong, Wille decided that maybe it was time to just risk it. Put his heat out there. He didn’t think he was doing a good job hiding his feelings anyway. “How about this: I’ll give you my favorite song from Beneath the Skin if…” he cleared his throat, feeling nerves creeping up his back like thousands of tiny ants, “if you’ll let me take you on a date,” he finished, much quieter than he’d wanted to. He looked down at their hands, no longer touching but so close that if he shifted his pinky he’d cover Simon’s thumb. “Oh, so this isn’t a date, then?” Simon asked, jokingly. Wille looked into his face, trying to read what he saw there. “It is, if you want it to be,” Wille replied, now definitely blushing. “I’d rather our first date was something more private,” Simon said. Wille smiled shily. “I can live with that.”